The Butterfly at Saint Mary's Parish

This is for Karsyn, it was written last Spring. We were blessed because we knew her.

Flutter by, Butterfly

If you ask her, She will tell you, I am a butterfly. She floats Through the empty church pews. Lands on The oak prayer bench. Her wings Show the world her rainbow. Flutter by, Butterfly Touch the sky Do not fly unsuspecting Into the net Of malignancy. Like this child, spread your cheer Everywhere your small, dusty wings fly. Flutter. Flutter.

Note: for Karsyn Bell